Childhood fun

Everyone's childhood has many interesting things, and I am no exception. Let me tell you an interesting story about my childhood.

It was a hot summer. I am playing at my grandmother's house. My grandmother lives in the country. She keeps a lot of chickens. One day, grandma, uncle and grandpa went out to play and left me alone at home. I was very angry and thought, how can they not take me out? There is nothing to do in the house. I want to go to the henhouse to see what those chickens are doing. Hardly had I entered when I heard a bang. A hen laid an egg. This is very interesting. I touched the egg curiously. Hey, it's hot and wet. Here's an idea. I think chickens can lay eggs, so all the chickens in the henhouse can lay eggs. Why don't you dig out the eggs? Grandma won't praise me when she comes back and sees so many eggs, and maybe she will reward me. Yes, dig out the eggs! After thinking about it, I caught a chicken and pulled it out regardless of the willy-nilly. The chicken seems to know its fate, flapping its wings and trying to escape. For me, I hold the chicken feet tightly to see if it is good or bad. I haven't pulled it out for a long time. What's the matter? Why can't I pull it out and the reward is gone? I don't believe this can't be pulled out. I want to pull out the other one. I threw the chicken casually and went to catch other chickens. When the chickens saw me coming, they jumped up and down one by one, and started to run like mice saw cats. For me, I won't let go and keep catching chickens. No, I'm going to be a feather man in half an hour. I finally caught a chicken, and I began to dig. The chicken I dug out screamed "Wow", but I didn't take it out, and then I caught another chicken ... I dug up the chicken and it was foaming at the mouth. My ... grandma came back. When they saw my mess, they couldn't help laughing and asked why. Grandma not only didn't praise me, but also gave me a lecture. Later, I learned that except for the chicken coop.

This is an interesting thing when I was a child. Not only is it fun, but it also warns me from time to time: stealing chickens and not eating rice, don't do bad things with good intentions.

Childhood is colorful, passionate and lovely. Childhood is so beautiful, but what about the fun of childhood?

I am a girl from the north. When I was young, I liked to play in the ice and snow, have snowball fights and make snowmen. Whenever winter comes, goose feather-like snowflakes fall from the sky, one after another, like silver flowers and white butterflies. Looking forward to the world, I can only see snowflakes fluttering, like petals blowing to the ground, spinning in succession; Like the seven fairies scattered flowers, flying all over the sky. Standing in the snow is like squatting on a cotton gin. You can only see countless cotton flowers blowing towards you and covering you with white flowers.

When I got up in the morning, the wind stopped and the snow stopped. Open the door, a white cold light stung people dazzled. So, my brother and cousin and I picked up shovels and built a snowman in the yard, with a white body, a round head, black eyes made of coal balls and a cotton nose, and it was upturned! My cousin painted the snowman's mouth in red ink again. He is laughing at us! My brother made a beautiful hat for the snowman with a piece of red paper. The snowman suddenly became more arrogant! When the snowman piled up, it was another big fight. My cousin threw a snowball and attacked me when I was not looking. Fortunately, it's not big or medium. When I hit back, he was hit by my brother's snowball. Snowball was painted on my cousin's head, and the yard was full of laughter. Not convinced, my cousin picked up a snowball and hit his brother. After repeated attacks, the laughter in the yard grew louder.

How interesting childhood is! The fun of childhood brought me joy, and childhood was really good.

Childhood fun

Childhood is colorful, just like beautiful seashells by the sea; Childhood is carefree, just like a wave doll playing all day; Childhood is pure and sweet, just like a clear spring in a mountain stream. Speaking of childhood, it reminds me of an interesting thing.

I remember when I was four or five years old. Once, my grandma gave Juju and I each a high-grade toffee that made people drool, which made us two "little greedy cats" really happy.

Neither of us can eat. I said, "Shall we eat?" "Ok, let's eat together!" Juju agreed. I was quick with my hands and feet, and I took it apart once or twice. I took out the sugar and craned my neck to look at the chrysanthemums. I have a look at her sugar, nasty:

"Yours is bigger than mine!"

"Where? I'm a little short here! "

"Hum, mine is dissolved!"

"You have a strong color and a lot of milk!"

"……"

We fought for nothing and felt that we were suffering. But when I said I wanted to change, I quickly turned around and no one wanted to. We started eating sugar, "1, 2, 3!" "We eat together. Wow! Too sweet, too fresh, too fragrant! After eating for a while, I said, "take it out and see if it's you or me!" """Good!" Juju said, stick sugar on the tip of your tongue like a pug. I stuck out my tongue like her at first sight. She said I couldn't see clearly, so I had to put the sugar on the tip of my tongue, half of it outside, and try my best to stick out my tongue. At this moment, a puppy just stood in my way, and I couldn't dodge. The candy on the tip of the tongue accidentally fell to the ground. As luck would have it, I rushed forward with my right foot facing the candy. Well, what should I do? It's too late to say now, but it's too soon. Before I came to my senses, my foot was already on the "baby". I am really anxious and angry: "you smelly dog, rotten dog, dead dog!" " "I kicked the dog in the stomach and the dog ran away in fear. I lifted my feet, broke off the sugar stuck to the soles of my shoes with my hands, looked around and couldn't bear to throw it away. " Throw it away. Do you still want to eat? "Zhu Zhu sarcastically said to me. I can't help rubbing my hands full of candy and staring at Juju's mouth, just let me have a look at the butterscotch. I kept swallowing, hoping that she would spit out the sugar and give me half a bite. I couldn't help it any longer, but my nose was sour and tears flowed down like broken beads: "Mom, I want to eat … sugar … I want to eat … sugar …"

Now, the old man of time came and took away his childhood in a hurry. I won't haggle over a candy like before, and I won't cry. Thanks to the old time, because he printed his childhood into the purest, truest and most beautiful book in our hearts.

Some things in childhood

Looking at the thick-stemmed tree outside the window, I couldn't help thinking deeply. I gradually feel that my childhood is slowly eroded by time, and the residual afterglow reminds me of the old days when I was locked up, so that my childhood is integrated with that tree and divided into three parts.

When I entered the first step of my childhood, I always wanted to grow tall and grow up. At that time, I knew nothing. I just wanted to be an adult, go to work, work and earn money back to my parents. Maybe it's because they love me so much. In the first grade of primary school, I was not used to school life. I don't like my classmates and teachers very much. I don't like the class door that is twice as tall as me. I thought they were all laughing at me. The school is like a prison, the classroom is like a cell covered with moss, and the class door that can't be touched with hands is like a black railing. I was afraid of everything there, so this happened.

One morning, I had to go to the prison. Finally, when the class started, everyone sat in their seats. It seems that God is always against me. Why is this section so long? I am looking forward to class. The class was over. On the contrary, I waited for a long time. I can't stand it at last. I opened my voice and shouted, "Mom, I want to get out of here." My voice is a little choked up. Suddenly. I still remember this scene vividly. I smelled a damp smell, and the air covered my crying. I heard the teacher's footsteps approaching. I feel itchy on my head, as if thousands of bugs have climbed up.

The footsteps stopped and the teacher stopped beside me. Someone laughed, but the sound soon disappeared. I felt that laughter blocked the teacher's sight, so I looked at the classmate.

"Don't you really want to grow up and make money for your parents?" "Don't learn how to make money?" I don't move. I was silent for a while, and what he said was very reasonable. The crying died away. I wiped my tears with my thick fingers and nodded. The teacher's mouth suddenly showed a sincere smile. The whole class laughed, and so did I. It was that angel who made me understand the teacher's love, made me more confident, took a big step towards my childhood, and planted my roots more firmly in the wet soil.

By the third day, I had matured a lot, understood many things I couldn't do, and fell in love with studying more. Now, the school is no longer a dark prison, the classroom is no longer a cell, and there is a class door that is almost as high as me. I have a special feeling about it. That's my home. Where is it? I made an academic friend. If there is a problem in the engineering class, he helps me patiently like a teacher. However, he is like a teacher.

"It's so hot in summer." "I agree with you, it's true." I walked with him on the way after school. In the face of this hateful weather, we are like food in the oven. "No way." He gritted his teeth and said angrily, kicking an empty soda can five meters away. Only heard a "crash", he has come to a cold drink shop and picked up a bottle of soda.

The boss held out his greedy and fat palm as if to remind me of something. I know he is hinting at me and asking me to give him money. I looked around, there was no sign of that classmate, and an ominous feeling invaded my brain, like a huge wave coming at me.

"Please give me six dollars," the boss said very gently. I dare not speak, for fear that his next sentence will be crazy.

I feel more and more high, and the boss's unchanging face makes me more afraid.

"Hey, why do I have money in my pocket?

"Oh, by the way, this boy played me again, no wonder I just felt this way.

I took out my money and handed it to the fat boss.

I really want to beat him up.

Of course, I am thirsty and tired now. On the way home, it's like walking on the Long March, exhausted. Hey, what's up? Blame yourself for being stupid.

In this way, I touched my friend. I know this is not a simple term. I will have closer contact with it in the future. The trunk of the tree will end.

How time flies! I am a student in grade six. I especially like watching birds and watching them come back. I am taller than him in that class. That's why I'm bored.

Look at the mossy wall, short class door, kind classmates. Thinking about the past, I think everything has changed.

This is the preciousness of friendship, right?

That night, the school was quiet, and occasionally there were one or two birds chirping. Everyone fell asleep in our dormitory.

I let out a cry and woke up from my dream. Suddenly my stomach seemed to be kicked hard, and the pain was unbearable.

Another classmate woke up, probably because of me. I struggled out of bed, ready to go to the infirmary. At this moment, a hand reached out to help me. "Wow" I called out. "Shh, don't make any noise." I looked at him, but he really scared me. I rubbed my paralyzed hand and he took me to the infirmary.

In the infirmary, he asked me about my illness and gave me medicine. On the way back, he carried me all the way to the dormitory.

I slept in bed and thought a lot. I finally really know friendship and understand the meaning of this term. I can't help salty tears and let them roll down my cheeks.

I don't spend much time with my classmates. Watching the birds return, I have some ideas. All good things must come to an end, and eventually we will all go to different parts of the world. Childhood has also come to this place, and the leaves have withered. How wonderful and brilliant the story of this dead tree is. So what? They're all dead. Finally, no one knew, and disappeared in the misty rain.

My neighbor's music interrupted my train of thought and I was awakened. "The days in a hurry passed too fast, so in childhood, the days in a hurry passed too fast, so in childhood. ...

Childhood fun

Childhood is colorful and happy, like a cradle. Whenever I think about it, I can't help laughing.

At that time, I was young and ignorant, and I loved doing what others did. Every time I see my mother's makeup from the outside, I envy myself as well as myself. It happened that once my mother was going to work and I was alone at home. I am bored at home and want to find something to do. Suddenly, my dog barked. Let's play together. Mom wasn't home, so we just ...! I'm going to use cosmetics to imitate my mother's makeup. It must be fun. The "Wang Wang" puppy seems to want to make up, too. "Come on, puppy, let me help you with your makeup." I am ecstatic. But the puppy seems reluctant. I just grabbed the puppy and wanted to make up. At first, it was quite obedient, but soon, it was tossing and turning, bared its teeth. But I didn't give up and wanted to help him apply lipstick ... I didn't know what lipstick could do, so I drew a circle around the puppy's eyes and applied cigarette grease to his little face. Ah, how lovely! The puppy is tired of playing. He doesn't want me to make it up to him. He struggled desperately and then ran away. Coward, don't play with such fun things. I looked in the mirror without using an eyebrow painter … I think I look great. The chubby little face has two red faces and thick eyebrows, but it gradually gathers towards me, and I fell asleep. ...

The next morning, "puppy, how did you become a big face?" Early in the morning, my mother's crying reached my ears. Out of curiosity, I rubbed my sleepy eyes to see what was going on. "Who did this to it!" Mom said it again. "Li, wake up, have you seen the puppy ...? If the words are not finished, my mother will haha. " How did you, how did you, like this? Did you play the clown last night? Look, the dog followed you to the show. I don't understand what my mother is saying. I looked in the mirror and seemed to understand a little, because the girl in the mirror didn't even recognize me. Haha, I smiled. ...

Childhood is full of fun, and that laughter often gets into my heart. How can I not forget it? How can I not laugh?

childhood

Childhood is happy, childhood is beautiful. I had a happy childhood.

It was a Saturday afternoon, sunny, and I just went downstairs to play. I gathered my good friends Zhu Yu, Hu Xiao and Cai Li Ning Jie. I made a gesture of shooting, and they nodded and agreed to play "anti-terrorism". We dressed up as two "thieves" and two "policemen" and changed our guns into sticks.

In the first episode, I will be a strict thief first. First run, my companion Hu Xiao and I ran to a gate building to hide, waiting for the arrival of the "enemy"; But after waiting for a long time, there was no one; I quietly said to Hu Xiao, "This kind of waiting is endless. I'm going out to scout. Don't leave here. " . After that, I walked along the wall, and everywhere I went, I had to observe carefully for fear of showing a little "fox tail" When I came to the corner of a building, suddenly a light step came towards me. I am anxious, afraid that the "police" will jump out and "kill" me. I looked around for a chance to escape, but it was too late. "Police" Zhu Yu suddenly appeared in front of me and shot me. When I went back to the gate to find Hu Xiao, he said to me in dismay: As soon as you left, Cai Li Ning Jie rushed in and killed me. It turns out that the "police" have been staring at our movements. As soon as I left, they used sneak attack tactics.

In the second episode, we switched roles. I shook hands with Hu Xiao and vowed to catch the thief. We saw them hide and start fighting. Just when our victory was in sight, "Lolo, go home for dinner!" " "I heard my mother calling loudly. Everyone stopped fighting, so I ran home helplessly. I don't know how they feel at this moment, but I still think we will win the battle in my heart.

Is the batter out? Happy childhood, right?

2011April 28th